The line between dreams and reality
Blurs everyday
I don't know what's real anymore
These eyes have seen too much
I don't go a day without
Questioning
Who I am
And what do I stand for
I've fallen from greatness
Was it ever great at all
I've scratched the bottom of the barrel
I've reached the end of my rope
Though With my head held high
I will make it through this
We will persevere
I am above this
I draw the line I have crossed one too many Times
Where am I placed in your eyes
Friend or foe
Should I even care
With all you have done
From what I remember
You were never there
Are you friend or foe
Is this my imagination
Or a subject of the past
Was all of this just for waste
To move on would be
One hell of a journey
But to stay here
would be a crime To myself
Where do I stand
Was this all just a dream
If everyone forgets
Then did it ever happen?
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